The door at the end of the hall.

How does it feel to be loved by everyone, and not to be hated?
How does it feel to be perfect, with no scratches?
How does it feel to have everything you could wish for?
How does it feel to be in a loving relationship?

How does it feel to be lonely?
To be unseen?
To be hated?
To be torn apart?

How does it feel to be locked up, and never have anything again?
How does it feel to be behind The door at the end of the Hall?